He and Xiao Jun walked towards the war horse together, jumped up, looked at his relatives, without saying anything else, turned the horse's head and walked on the snow. This departure for the expedition was the most difficult time for him.
"Ms. sir..." a familiar voice sounded behind him. "Ms. sir!"
He stopped his horse and turned around to see Gong Yueyue running out of the crowd and standing in the snow, looking at him dreamily.
He galloped towards her on horseback, stopped beside her, leaned over and put his arms around her neck, and kissed her forehead heavily in full view of everyone.
The snowflakes fell on her face, which was a little cold, but she suddenly felt a line of heat sliding down from the top of her forehead.
"I won't let you send me away... I'm just afraid of this..." When he let go again, his eyes were already red and swollen.
When he really whipped away and gradually disappeared into the white snow, Gong Yueyue covered her face and allowed her sadness to vent.
"Reporting to the marshal, General He Yong is not currently in the camp." The other party explained to him clearly again, and then he had to face this incredible fact.
He frowned and asked, "Do you know where he went?"
Seeing his ugly face, the regiment commander couldn't help but tremble slightly and replied in a low voice: "I don't know, general, it seems that no one has seen him in the camp today."
He wondered in his heart that He Yong would never let him off the hook at such a juncture. "Go and look for him in all the battalions and departments. If you see him, ask him to come see me as soon as possible."
"Follow your orders!" The other party quickly walked out. He breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his head outside the tent and underestimated: "Boss He, Boss He, aren't you just looking for a fight? When has it been!"
In the camp, Zhao Changyuan continued to meditate at his desk. He looked up and saw Xiao Jun standing in the corner with his head lowered and his black armor successfully fused into a black charcoal. He saw that this black charcoal was looking thoughtful, and he couldn't help but find it funny.
: "Xiao Juan, what are you thinking about?"
Xiao Jun saw a faint smile on his face, but didn't know that he was smiling at him. He walked forward and clasped his fists honestly and said: "Well... General He said a few days ago that these days are the days when his wife will give birth.
Let me guess, he might have been tripped up by this."
"You're right. He's not such an unaccountable person." Zhao Changyuan stood up, walked to Xiao Juan, and straightened his slightly skewed shoulder armor. "Now, go to his house and have a look. If you really meet him,
Hold him and bring him here."
Xiao Jun looked troubled: "But if his wife is..."
Zhao Changyuan was also in a dilemma. He understood the hardships He Yong's wife had to go through to become pregnant with this child. But... "There is no time. He is a former army general. If he misses it, it will be a crime of beheading." The emperor personally selected the time.
The day was like a saber hanging over his head, forcing him to cheer up and consider the matter rationally.
"I understand, let's do it now!" Xiao Juan said no more and took the order to leave.
Before Xiao Jun's footsteps left the camp, Zhao Changyuan heard him calling outside: "General He... you are here..."
As soon as he turned around, he was startled by He Yong, who was coming towards him and kneeling in front of him. "What are you doing?" Zhao Changyuan was shocked when he saw that his face looked worried and sad.
"Marshal! Please help the general think of a way to save my wife... She... I'm afraid... I can't support it anymore!" He Yong, a grown man, was so anxious that he almost burst into tears.
Zhao Changyuan pulled him up from the ground and asked, "What's going on? Get up and talk!"
He Yong wiped the bitterness from the corner of his eyes, forced himself to calm down, and said to him: "My wife had some trouble last night. She was in pain all night and couldn't give birth to the child. She had two stable wives and hired a doctor.
There is no other way..."
The young marshal was confused by what he said and looked embarrassed: "But... I don't know how to deliver babies... what can I do for you?"
He Yong said expectantly: "Mrs. Zhao is acquainted with Imperial Physician Liu. If I can please him, my wife will have hope!"
Only then did Zhao Dabaitu suddenly realize. "I understand, I will write a letter to my mother right now." After saying that, he walked back to the desk, took out his pen and ink and wrote two letters as fast as possible. One letter.
One to his mother, one to Imperial Physician Liu, stamped with a private seal, and put in an envelope. The letter clearly explained He Yong's situation.
He Yong's gratitude was beyond words: "Thank you so much, Marshal!"
Zhao Dabaitu quickly handed the letter to a guard in the camp: "Go and take this letter to my house and give it to my mother."
The guard knew that the situation was urgent and did not delay at all. He immediately took the order and left: "I obey your orders."
Zhao Changyuan thought for a while and suddenly stopped him: "Wait a minute, if my mother is not here, give it to the young lady and ask her to open it and read it immediately."
"yes!"
"Thank you, Marshal!" He Yong knelt down in front of him again: "General, I have one more thing to ask for, Marshal, please have mercy!"
Zhao Changyuan sighed and said firmly: "If you want me to let you go back, don't say anything."
He Yong didn't expect that he would reject him before he opened his mouth. He was shocked and anxious. He couldn't help but grabbed his shirt and begged: "Marshal..."
Zhao Changyuan took out the corner of his clothes and walked away: "You should know that we are not going to attack the city, but to support the border to defend the enemy. As the former army general, you should be the first to set off. If I let you go back, it will delay the time to send troops and miss the border pass.
In case of war, all the generals of our three armies will die together with you."
What he said was true. The guards in the tent and Xiao Juan both pursed their lips and agreed. But He Yong was already furious at this time, and there was no room for reason. "Marshal, the Liao soldiers will not be so lucky.
They have sent troops to attack the city in the past few days..."
After saying this, Zhao Dabaitu had a few sparks in his mind, and couldn't help but raise his voice to him: "How can you be sure? Even I dare not speculate on this kind of thing. What's more, the two generals Cao and Yang and tens of thousands of soldiers are on the move.
We are in a desperate situation, can we delay any longer?"
He Yongchang choked anxiously: "Isn't my wife's life important?"
"It's important! But even if you are by her side, what can you do to help her? It will only harm your child who may not have a father in the future!" Zhao Dabaitu was really angry, and his face turned red.
Seeing the situation, He Yong felt that such a tense situation was not an option, so he had to say softly: "But what if... what if my wife can't pass this test? I may not even be able to see her for the last time!"
Time was running out. Zhao Dabaitu didn't want to argue anymore, so he made a stop gesture and said, "You don't have to say anything, I won't abandon the overall situation just for your sake." With that, he walked back.
On the table, pick up the general's seal and saber, and get ready to go.
He Yong stared at him blankly, and finally asked in despair: "Really? He Yong dares to ask, if the marshal's wife is dying today, can the marshal still be so considerate of the overall situation? Can you be honest?"
There was a sudden silence in the tent after the question. Even Zhao Changyuan stopped what he was doing and was stunned at the moment. After a while, Xiao Jun couldn't help but said: "General He, what you said is going too far!"
He Yong suddenly laughed: "I just want you to tell the truth. We are all husbands. If you say you can, I, Yong, can't. I will be convinced immediately!" In He Yong's mind, his marshal is 100%.
It’s not like he has never done anything like leaving his camp behind for his wife. So anyone can stop him, except Zhao Changyuan. “But if you can’t do it, then I can’t turn a blind eye to my wife’s life. Or
You will rectify me immediately, or let me go, and I will come back as soon as possible..."
What he said with great emotion was Zhao Changyuan's silence. "You don't speak? What does not speaking mean?"
Zhao Changyuan put down his seal and saber, and looked at him with a sharp look, clearly guessing what was going on in his mind at this time, but he did not feel ashamed or unnatural at all: "I don't want to lie, if it were my wife, I would
I really can't abandon her."
He Yong shook his head and looked at him with a sneer: "Hehe, hehe..."
He still added without any shame: "But I will bear all the consequences alone."
"I can do it too!" He Yong completely lost his mind. At this time, he was really willing to risk his life for the sake of his wife and children.
Zhao Changyuan shouted coldly: "You can't! You are not qualified and cannot bear it alone." This is cruel, but it is also true. If Zhao Changyuan commits a crime, the emperor will only deal with him. But if He Yong gets into trouble, the superiors will
Yang Jinyi, Zhao Liang, and Zhao Changyuan will all be implicated. Besides, it is impossible for him to protect He Yong and affect his management of the entire army. "I won't say anything anymore. I can understand your current mood, but I can't help you."
He Yong was also completely desperate. He bowed to him three times, stood up and said feebly: "I have nothing to say. It's just that my wife risked her life to give birth to a child for me. I can't leave, I have to stay with her."
If the marshal can't accept her, then he will punish me with military law." After saying that, he turned around and strode out of the camp.
Zhao Changyuan didn't stop him, or even called him from behind. This surprised Xiao Jun: "Marshal?"
"He helped me many times, followed me through life and death, and always treated me with sincerity. Can I really execute him?" The White Rabbit said very calmly, not surprised or angry about his departure. He was also the same.
The man who is going to be a father can't help but have a heart-to-heart understanding of He Yong.
Xiao Juan asked uneasily: "What should we do now?"
He loosened the leather armor on his wrist that was about to strangle him, and said calmly: "I can only ask the emperor to give me one more day of grace."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a noise outside the door. After a while, He Yong's voice boomed in the camp again. Zhao Changyuan and Xiao Jun frowned at the same time and looked at the door, only to see He Yong being dragged in by his clothes by a heavy armored infantryman.
"What are you doing? Bastard, let me go!" He cursed while trying to break free. "Pan Jingyuan, why are you dragging me back?"
After hearing this, the generals in the camp discovered that the soldier wearing heavy infantry armor was actually Pan Jingyuan. "I am trying to cut you off." He was covered in iron armor from top to bottom, and he was the same as an ordinary heavy-duty soldier.
Soldier A is no different, only the sound of this weapon is the familiar Bad Young Card.
He Yong struggled to break away from him, but was stopped by him again. In the end, he could only push him angrily: "Get out of my way!"
Pan Jingyuan didn't move at all, and the face exposed in the helmet was still smiling: "It's easy to get over it. He won't stop you, so as long as you put me down, you can go to the sky." (To be continued)